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Permalink Hm. Do I want the original or the revision? Decisions, decisions….
Permalink Oh, shit. The exquisite child from Ghost Ship is going to be playing Violet in the Series of Unfortunate Events movie.
*dies, lusts, dies some more*
I, um. I’m slightly frightened by the casting of Jim Carrey as Olaf, though. oO OO Oo
Permalink Slept for a long time. Guess I needed it. Seem to have completely missed Glory. Mel’s online, but away. I’m mostly sitting here, checking email and reading.
Or, well, really, I’m reading my book, and pretending to check email. But whatever.
Permalink You know what’s mature?
Getting other people to fight your battles for you.
Also, number one reason I stay out of friends’ fights? I don’t know every little detail and circumstance that affected it. I don’t know what was in each party’s head, or their emotions or health at the time. I understand wanting to stand up for people you care about. But unless you’re omniscient or psychic, sit down and shut the fuck up.
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Permalink Part of why I hate these really bad headaches, is how fucking tired I get. Pain just wears me out, man. Sucks.
Permalink Head’s been exploding lately. Starting to feel a little better, today. Crossing fingers and toes and arms and legs and eyes in hopes it lasts.
Miss Kipley. Sunny, where are yoooouuuuuuuuuu?!
Also miss Mel, but I know where she is, so that’s something.
Glico, the people who make Pocky, also make these neat little sandwhich cookies (and I do mean little…but they are also cheap, so). The vanilla ones don’t really taste like much, and yet they manage to be good. Is odd.
So, um. I want to go to New York for a week, and just, like, watch a bunch of plays and eat room service and nothing else. Anybody want to come?
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